I seem quiet. But when I get upset, I talk too loudly. I'm sort of an alarmist.
Those who talk loudly are rarely listened to.
I'm at the doctor's office. I'm in the waiting room. And there's this guy on his cell phone, talking really loud. Does he think he owns the place? Apparently. I think this is so offensive. But you have to remember: It doesn't take a cell phone to make people rude. People were rude before there were cell phones.
I was in a convenience store, reading a magazine. The clerk told me, "this is not a library!" "OK! I will talk louder, then!"
I'm from a Cuban family, so we're used to talking really loud. You come to a Cuban restaurant anywhere in Miami, and we're practically screaming at each other.
It's good for the soul to hear yourself as others hear you, and next time maybe, just maybe, you will not talk so much, so loudly, so brilliantly, so charmingly, so utterly shamelessly foolishly.
It's tricky, performing the show live. Because when you're in a big auditorium, in front of 700 people, the natural tendency is to want to talk louder. You want to project.
There are braying men in the world, as well as braying asses; for what is loud and senseless talking any other than away of braying?
I'm an extrovert, I like to gesticulate and talk loud and stuff, and the theater is easy for me.
Scientists announced that they have located the gene for alcoholism. Scientists say they found it at a party, talking way too loudly.
The American vice would be sometimes speaking too loudly. You can always hear American people on the trains!
